© 9M2KL 14 November 1997
He sits on a ledge,
Rather near the edge,
Enjoying a quiet afternoon,
The euphoria due to happen real
soon.
Oh what a light!
Shining oh so bright!
Are you ready for the fight?
Ensnare him with a bowline
on a bight!
Out of mind, out of sight.
Hey, am I right?
It doesn’t matter bout your
height,
It’s not the size of the dog
in the fight,
All these matters, it’s very
slight,
Come forth and conquer with
all your might!
Make sure you squeeze your
victim tight!
Plan your cover up, late at
night.
Something’s coming up,
I ponder this prophecy,
As I stare at my cup,
Filled with quality Hennesy.
Is it really true?
Or is it just me?
I don’t have a clue,
Ah well, just let it be.